The Nords are about to have the shock of their life as what they believed was their her turns to bite them on the ass and what until then was thought to be evil rises to take the place of their savior. They have either the choice to accept and embrace the Adynn, the Dunmer, or they can chase her back to her home, Morrowind (Nords are kinda racist after all).
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Minutes before the light ball jumps behind the snowy mountains
the cryptic woman woke up the elf and pulled her by force from
her hand, outside the town walls where she tipped a guard to let
them get on the watch tower and watch the sunrise, gasping for
air. The man leaned against the wooden pole and watched it with
them with a warm smile. It was same like any of the other five
hundred sunrises he had seen before but sharing it for once along
with two romantic ladies, one particularly valuable, and the
other amusingly stupefied, made it the first of its kind. He
therefore felt generous to share his food with them.

It was still dark while they silently passed the mead bottle one
to another in the circle and unwrapped the food quickly in order
to not miss the first ray. Adynn took her hands out of her
sleeves and smiling gratefully she accepted a hard chunk of bread
and a tiny charcoal stick (which turns out it was overcooked
rabbit haunch). She began bitting small pieces immediately,
chewing them to mud because it was tasteless and she was not
hungry, but didn't want to sadden the hospitable man.

Nancuria knew his name. She asked him about his back and the
guard moved his head in disappointment. Then asked him about his
wife and again he moved his head in disappointment. Last she
mentioned retirement and the man just looked down. So she didn't
ask him anymore about his life.

Just as he raised his head again from the ground the sun bloomed,
at first gray and cold, and slowly it shifted the empty white
snow on the mountains into many colors like it was transparent
glass, until the last night critter was beaten in singing by the
countless chirping and the ground divided into sun and shadows.

It was one of a kind. The air filled with positive smells. Adynn
saw a saber cat close by that was lying openly all this time on
the grass but its colors made it one with the ground. The hunter
moved suddenly and got up to stretch from its sleep. She never
saw a saber cat stretch before, or sleep, so she laughed when she
saw it. Nobody, not even the other guards stretched their arrows
on it feeling like they would dishonor the morning spirit should
they get a magnificent animal like this in its sleep. If it
showed interest on their horses they would sadly kill it but for
now it wasn't necessary.

Nancuria walked to the corner, threw her head back with her eyes
closed and waited until the sun crossed the golden fields and
touched her face. Her hair took in the light. They turned in a
golden ginger color. Adynn watched the mature beauty amazed for a
while before she comes next to her. "How do you call this light
Nancuria?" she asked softly. Her finger showed on the mountains.

It was as if she had reached her hand out and closed her fingers
around the sun, then slid it in her pocket. Nancuria opened her
eyes disturbed and turned her head slowly on her, looking with
wonder. The guard dropped his jaw. "Do you mean the sun?" she
asked her back, in the same tenderness that you would ask a
child.

The sun. It was such an magical moment for her. She learned the
name of the burning ball.Adynn smiled brightly. "The sun..." she
whispered, and she faced her head like Nancuria towards the sun.
She pronounced it in such marvel that the other two felt a new
amazement in it for a while. "From where did the sun came from
Nancuria?".

Nancuria didn't speak so the dragonborn looked at her. Her friend
was looking up with a serious look- and a hint of sadness. "I
wish we had the answer to that my elf. I wish I could tell you."

"Sometimes, I think, the sun listens to me when I ask for the
rain to stop and it shines again." Adynn continued, "Other times
I feel like the weather is against me. You think the sky and the
clouds can hear us?"

Straight after her question the tower creaked and sounds of
someone big coming up the wooden stairs to their watchtower,
interrupted the moment. Instantaneously all three turned around
and were surprised at the noble Nord man dressed in heavy
expensive linens, jewels and furs, that came coming up with his
head held high like a proud lion, and a small party of two
archers and three sword welders watching his back with their eyes
torn open and veins popped out.

Pulling her eyes from the blood seeking bodyguards around him she
met someone very different. Confident, sure and serene. He was
blond and he had his beard knotted a little before the tip
forming a tiny ball so it wouldn't get messy, probably. His eyes
were small and sleepy under the sun, they opened up though once
he stepped in the shadow of the tower and he looked at Adynn
intensely into her eyes with countenance. By the way he stare at
her, Adynn realized that she was insulting her with her staring.

Since she guessed quickly who it was she only got this much from
him before she lowered her head so low that she could see nothing
else than her boots and one from Nancuria and the guard who kept
night watch. Her spine ached the back of her neck.

The other man's shadow stretched out left from his feet.

"Good day my Jarl, how can I help you?" the guard said with his
important voice. Nancuria greet him as well, sounding less
acquainted than him. And the both of them waited patiently for
him to find a worthy line of the jewels in his forehead to
welcome them back.

Adynn recognized the silence that fell when people were looking
at her (also a wave of that perfume they make out of flowers
entered her nostrils). This time however the air came friendly
into her lungs. He was definitely looking at her, but happily not
with hate yet. Just curiosity.

Her mind was forcing her to apologize for staring at him so
boldly before but her mouth did not move. She waited like the
rest.

Finally the Jarl turned to the guard without saying anything
about Adynn and time began rolling again. "Gayr, I let you
responsible to inform anyone who seeks for me that I leave my
seat in Whiterun for a few days empty. I will travel with Irileth
to Solitude."

"Is this about the imperial-" His thoughts had dashed
uncontrollably out of his mouth and he cut them. He apologized
sincerely. Whatever the reason of the sudden- kind of secret-
departure, he had no right to ask for reasons from the Jarl, and
the Jarl had every power to keep it secret if he did. It was just
that he was used to put him self into people's private business
and for a moment he ignored who stood in front of him.

But the man didn't appear even the slightest bothered about the
imprudent, incomplete sentence towards him. In fact he answered.
"I am going to ask the dragons if they can pull the sun down for
me. A have a few answers to get from him." he joked in a flirting
manner. Adynn had the feeling he overheard their little talk
about sun and clouds."

More seriously he gave the real reason. "We've received many
disturbing letters from Jarl Elisif for months in relation
to...private, town matters, which cannot be solved through
letters. I am going to offer whatever help I have. My court mage,
Irileth, and these men will come with me. Tell the people of
Whiterun who want my ear to speak to my Stuart." he remained
silent for a while and then turned his attention to the women
speaking with an informal voice. "I don't think we've met with
this Woman." he said "Is that a new student Nancuria?"

"Oh, yes and no. Here is Adynn. Adynn Rnyil."

Adynn would not have lifted her heads otherwise. That Imperial
knew her last name. Or at least if that was indeed her last name,
and not a momentary creation, because she could not remember
neither what or if about it herself. So she toss her head up and
attacked Nancuria with a glare. "Yes. Adynn Rnyil" she verified
aloud to herself turning her head away from Nancuria. Now she
gave a close examination to his face.

He looked like he was trying to choke a smile. "Nice to meet more
people from Morrowind." while saying that Adynn looked behind him
at another Dunmer woman like her standing with a hardened
expression on her face. At first there was no difference from the
rest of the guardians. All helmets shadowed their faces once they
looked down so only if you gave weight to the skin colors on
their arms would you see it. The woman had the typical greenish-
purplish skin of the elves from Morrowind. Instantly she felt
like this Jarl was a man of trust.

"Adynn," Nancuria opened her palm to the the Jarl "this is
Balgruff, the Jarl of Whiterun."

Adynn looked at Nancuria not finding the right words to say.
Finally she resulted into a deep nod. "I'm honored." she said
heavily.

He nod as well as a sign of thanks. Jarl Balgruff didn't behave
like the type of man that would be right for Jarl ship. His
attitude did not present a man in search of a throne to spend
lounging on all of his life. She just sensed like circumstances
chained him to the top of Whiterun and had it been different he
would be a capable warrior in the field. But somehow, humbly
nodding and going away in person to deliver his message- dressed
in Jarl outfit- it made him the most fitting figure for walking
in the carpets of the castle high on Whiterun. Yes, Adynn kind of
liked him already.

The three of them remained until the Jarl with his escort were
out of sight and then they farewell the guard, Gayr, and headed
back into Whiterun. With Nancuria in her side Adynn got on
people's good side all the sudden. Too sad they never stayed to
enjoy a friendly day.

Unknown of why, Nancuria waited until pre afternoon to announce
their departure. Until that comes Adynn spend almost full in the
room she rented the previous night waiting anxiously. She didn't
want to pay for a second day, a day she wouldn't spend in it, and
she avoided to see the owners. The idea of her being the
Dragonborn was so far away that she grew tired of thinking of the
way expanding between her and that title. It's the same to
deciding of building a town which will stand on the sea. Once you
step into the sand you suddenly see your toes sink under it, how
they get swallowed, pushed and pulled by each wave and start
thinking how much deep before I reach a solid bottom.

When Nancuria opened the door to give the start of their journey,
she found the Dunmer kneeling on the floor in front of all her
things scattered in front of her, her hands abandoned at the
sides like she lost power over them. She was so confused that she
didn't bother looking up. She just remain in deep thoughts
looking at everything in front of her like it was a bad wound on
the wooden floor.

"Are you not ready yet to begin". There was no question mark.

Adynn needed a lot while to answer to her. "No," she mumbled
confounded, without changing or taking away the expression from
her things "I tried but, but..."

Nancuria stopped wondering aimlessly around the room setting her
dead eyes on the other woman. Her fingers untangle as they were
behind her back to be crossed in front of her chest. "You emptied
everything from the pack I gave you and now you are staring at
them. We are in hurry. Please put them all back so we can go".

Adynn continued staring at the misc in front of her. There were
potions, alchemy ingredients, a few leather skins protecting
bread or uncooked vegetables, keys, strings, forks, unknown
medical tools and volume first and second of a story. "I can't
come" she said. Her voice sounded heavy and impersonal to herself
like it came from the lungs of someone who was about to be
executed. "I can't walk. I can't put the things back into the bag
and I can't get up. I can't be the Dragonborn, it's a mistake"
she had started to get panicked.

"I'll help you". Nancuria started placing the foreign inventory
into the bag alone while the elf fought to slow down her
breathing. The air however seemed to be sucked out of the room,
into the dark hole of the opened bag. She wanted to plead the
healer to let her be, get away from her life, cry but if she
wasted the little air she had she was afraid she would start
choking. Her gut told her that tears would not work. Nancuria
looked at her like she was a tool to be shaped. Like a weapon.
Yes, that's what she was: A rare ingot of the strongest. The only
one that could pierce Hyidd's, the Argonian's, scales.

"All set". She said cheerfully daring to direct a smile to her.

Nancuria support the Dunmer during the first steps. Literately
fear drain the strength out of the poor elf. She was sobbing,
tearless, the sobbing of cold, fear, death. She felt her bottom
half weak like when she was ill.

All eyes laid on the hugged friends as they made their way down
the stairs and to the exit of the inn. A mercenary offered help
to carry Adynn and open the door and then Nancuria dismissed him
by his name, and using a lie on Adynn's condition.

She set the elf down on the cold step to calm down before they
meet with the rest. "You need more work than my original
estimation, Adynn. You have to learn to silence your thoughts".
Adynn still shivering did not speak. The shape of her eyes gave
Nancuria the feeling she was going to explode, from the inside.
There used to be one student once who lost his minds because of
Nancuria's cold stance to his difficulties killing three others
with poison in an attempt to kill her. The boy was a Dunmer as
well, a little darker and younger that her, but eyes exactly like
hers. Bringing back a few flashed of that day she soften the
chords in her neck and spoke less like a teacher. Dunmer did not
think clear under pressure. "Thinking is an interesting trait in
human."

The Dragonborn looked at her. Her one eye was winking from sweat.

"Why?" she went on "Because thinking brings us visions and no
matter how easy or hard it is to make it a reality there's always
a way, I believe. It's thinking that makes them impossible."

"They are not always impossible like not everything can be
possible" she took a shaky breath as she looked away again,
obviously giving a strong battle with the voices in her head.
People were looking only at them again. "Dragonborn is
impossible." she whispered. A new wave of shivers run through her
body while she said that.

Nancuria grabbed Adynn's robe collar and turned her around
brutally. Non of it match the calm expression on her face. Adynn
closed her fists. Did not punch her though. "Let me give you an
example of someone who proved the impossible, possible, Adynn."
she said slightly heated. "Hyidd. Ordinary Hyidd, a simple nobody
Argonian. Him. He believed he was the hero and so he fought his
way up like one. Do you see the power hidden in fate Adynn? In
the trust of fate? It makes you defy even gods!"

"What if I don't believe in legends and fates Nancuria?"

"Then you must."

She sounded like a Nord, not an Imperial. Truth be told, her
dedication and blind belief in their Dovahkiin stories was not
Imperial at least.

"Must doesn't mean I will. Must means I have to, doesn't it."

Their little confrontation was done with whispers and threatening
looks. Adynn would love to have the freedom to scream at her but
their secret must by all means be kept hidden from the ears
placed upon their talk. As it seems Nancuria remembered it the
same time with her. The grip released her robe. It still took a
pat from the wearer to straighten though. "You are right." she
admitted. "You are right Adynn, my apology. Unfortunately, It's
up to your own will if you follow me. I only hope fate is not my
illusion." She looked at her deeply in her eyes and asked her
seriously "Are you willing to sacrifice your life following- and
believing- after tales Adynn even though you will never be sure
if they make the future or not?"

Cringe. She couldn't do anything else. The question was heavy,
and not at all convincing. In the contrary it was like Nancuria
intended with that to make her say no. Sacrifice you life for
something that is not even certain to come. Why the gods would
she fraise it so dispiritingly.

Adynn was for a second time standing in the middle of a two way
made to decide her final answer. The travel bag became sensible
on her legs, kind of heavier, while she remembered of yesterday
night how she gave up her money and weapons outside of Whiterun.
She had already decided that time to let go of her happiness for
what was best for this world. Now she had to decide again. And
maybe again and again and again until she began counting on those
blasted Nord tales. She sighed in surrender and got up. "Take me.
It looks like I don't have a choice anyway".

Nancuria continued about fate and men as they walked towards the
gates together, stopped and waited for someone else. Adynn was
engaged in her own thoughts so she didn't pay much attention.

Thinking brings us to the steed edge, she was saying, strapped
with a set of plucked feathers, ready to test ourselves and see
if we can triumph over nature and fly, and, just when you are
about to throw your feet off the ground something stops you. It
isn't the ground or the trees surrounding you but only thoughts
that can not be touched, that cannot even crush a bug by
themselves. Thoughts do not exist, but in the same time they are.
And exactly, they rise as invisible untouched walls which can not
be brought down by simply landing a hammer on top of them because
the walls will go right through the hammer. It requires weapons
found only in the mind of the strong ones. Take it as a final
battle. Like every problem with human, there's always the master
culprit behind, usually waiting in the end. Find the culprit that
was waiting to attack you in the final moment, kill him, then
leap.

"It's like trying to drive a ship through the mud. It's not
impossible."

When she heard what the mage said, Adynn turned her head in
surprise. "Ship through the mud!" she repeated with amazement.
"Or a city over the sea."

"Yes. Or a city over the sea.You want to believe you'll hit the
"gold" spot from the first try, but unfortunately when you're
counting on luck it's usually when hope takes the place of
belief. And with no belief there's no confidence. And with no
confidence there is discouragement. And a discouraged human will
shy away defeated even though he never got to fight. The effort
dreams take sometime."

Adynn wondered what was she going to say about the boat in the
mud. She would never find out.

Nancuria raise her hand straight up inviting two others waiting
next to the gate guards to copy her. Adynn looked at them. A fat,
portly woman and another thin one dressed in robes like
Nancuria's. Adynn could not tell if the small person was a man or
a woman.

"You know, Adynn, I think thoughts are important, but if you
don't pay attention to which ones you must follow they will make
you useless. And I don't like wasting my day with useless
people." She speed up and broke away from her before she had the
opportunity to reply. Adynn paused with Nancuria's rude note in
front of a Redguard blacksmith not more that a feet far. The busy
woman gave her a short look deciding she was not interested.
Adynn kept looking, however, like hypnotized. She watched how she
banged on the ingot with patience making it flat.

Now who was the first who beat and burn iron into weapon? Back
then, such idea would probably be unthinkable. It's not like mud.
It's like rock. Its harder than that. It's iron. Fat, petrosal
chunks of earth. But somebody saw one day something and insisted
that there was an answer to create knives, tools out of them and
soldiers that cannot be penetrated by wooden sticks that easy! In
some sort he made something which was thought impossible,
possible. For the minds of his time at least.

But not anything is possible! she heard her mind screaming at
her.

"Adynn, get over here!"

Nancuria with her fellow friend load the errant boy (he was a
boy) with their bags to have their hands free in case an
unpredictable attacker happen to cross ways with them. His face
showed insecurity but no anger or anything menacing.

The team that left Whiterun consisted of three woman, one being
herself, and a man student, all being Imperials, dressed
similarly- except herself. The male drew her curiosity. He was in
a state of constant suspense, irreversible. Whether it was in his
nature or because Nancuria and the other one wouldn't let him
waste their valuable time with mistakes, by the looks of him he'd
soon cause his heart to shatter his rib cage to crums. Although
Adynn normally had a big grudge for such pathetic beings, this
one seemed to appeal her good side. Maybe because both had a
common enemy, Nancuria. Or maybe because he was so pitiful it was
almost adorable. Like a little child trying to walk in his
father's armors. So she quickly found herself walking next to
him.

When they were out of the city gates Adynn dare give him
attention for the first time. "I am Adynn" she introduced. She
felt so bad for him when she read the happiness glowing in his
eyes when rising his head.

The name just begged Adynn to make fun of it but she chose to get
past it. Something about him made him one of those guys that
would cry and fall in long depression over the death a house
bunny. His hair were a shade of brown, curly up to the end of his
neck. Sad eyebrows, round face and dark blue eyes of innocence to
complete his apprentice outlook. Wrinkles were not absent from
his face but Adynn bet he was younger than what he looked. Eyes
can tell you something really different, supposed one knows how
to read them. He was the only one with his hood fallen back.
"Very pleased to see new members joining in our peace action"

Peace what there? How is putting the Jarl's head under the axe
considered peace? Adynn thought it would be easier to stay silent
on this one. Nancuria would give her the explanations she owed
her later. "So do you live in Whiterun Marius?". That's all she
remembered from his name because it could fit a woman as well.

"No. I am from Rorikstead. Actually just a little farm outside of
Rorikstead, but they still consider me as their own. Do you know
where Rorikstead is? It's closest to Markarth."

"No, I haven't been to Markarth".

"It's the dwemer town at the end middle left of the map. You know
the Understone Keep?"

She shook her head. "I never travel outside Whiterun's plains".

"I can't blame you. I am not too thrilled about crossing tundra
as well. Believe me, I would never step out of the farm if it
wasn't for Nancuria. So the reach it the Jarl's palace there, and
they say that its ruins of the ancient dwemer. They say that they
have a museum in Markarth with all the dwemer artifacts and
machinery. This is a great gift for us, simple people because I
would never get the courage to stumble into the old ruins around
Skyrim to see one. I am just a healer. You can say it takes a lot
more than moving your fingers and moving your hands to go against
dwemer guardians."

Adynn had no idea who were the dwemer and who where the guardians
and how did Markarth look like. She had a feeling however that
Nancuria was not going to allow this ignorance go for much too
long. If she had to take a guardian in her arms and carry him in
her tent just so Adynn could see it then that she would do.

"I go to Rorikstead from times to times" he continued seeing that
his companion didn't show interest about history. "There's a
mountain wall between Markarth and Rorikstead. Also the the tail
of the river. I live at the end of that tail so I travel from Old
hroldan and get to Rorikstead. This is the quickest way."

Why exactly was he giving her directions?

"Unfortunately my duties need me constantly on the road so I
rarely have time for my parents. Do you leave in Whiterun?"

"Uh, no I just came here yesterday" she paused irregularly. Her
answer was rather small for some reason as she cut most of it.

"Then where do you live?"

"Marius what did you do with the potions I gave you?" asked him
equally gravely the healer number two with healer number one. Her
voice set the errand boy on alert mode who almost trip in his
nervousness to stand next to her. "I have them all in this bag"
he said by handing out a worn out leather. Adynn watched as the
lady similar to Nancuria pulled out and finished it with a gulp.
The empty container was thrown in a different bag on Marius-
Starvas j. Emilius (a name wasted on a short apprentice) and
caused a series of clinging making Adynn guess it was the empty
bottle bag. They began walking again.

"By the way, you can call me Marius or Starvas. My
mother used to be quite the...the flirty type I'd say and it
stirred a bit of a...of a problem, finding who my dad is. Marius
says it him, Starvas says it's him so I am half of each. Don't
know how that's possible".

Adynn laughed freely. She knew he wouldn't have a problem with
it. "Is your mother married with both men?"

He nodded. "Feel free to invite yourself sometime in my home if
your travels brings you to Rorikstead. I swear, no matter what
you are, my dads always know how to entertain you. Just ask
around town and they'll tell you".

How nice! Adynn felt flattered. She promised to him it'd be the
first thing she'd do if she ever fell to Rorikstead. This man was
indeed very kind.You just don't invite people you've just met
into your very house and family in times when vampires and
werewolves walked amongst the common man unnoticed. She was sure
if he was a target for kill right now, she'd have to live with
the compunction for months and months.

The terrain slowly starting taking to ascent and the grass- which
for a while started sprouting healthily- turned consumptive,
frail and yellowish again. Sign of horses and people near. Adynn
also noticed a small cutback on the women's pacing. "We're here".
Marius announced to his new friend the same time when the camp
appeared in front of, under, her eyes. Several tents were set on
a deep cavity, around a big fire. Some people stopped what they
did to see the arrivals. Nancuria returned their waving and
started climbing down the way.

"That's a weird place" Adynn said to Marius.

Nancuria heard what she said and choose to take the answer. "This
lake hole did not always exist here. You want to know how it was
created?"

"Sure". Unlike Markarth she was interested to know what could
possibly punch a hole this big on the ground.

"It's almost over a year ago that happened" she began. As she
went on, Marius drifted back with the other person probably
having already heard of this story. Adynn tried to descend the
rocks leading down to the small camp as quickly as Nancuria in
order to not lose words. "The word was, Alduin opened it by
tossing a fireball on it. He flew away as soon a dragon began
rejuvenating from inside clouds and smokes. Mikael was on a song
about this. Let me see..."

Her fingers played with her chin a little trying to bring the
melody in her memory. "Ah yes, Prince of skies! Bones who shaped
out of fire and smoke, into the a prince of the skies began to
form. Our city..." something fit wrong there. Nancuria corrected
it. "Our homes soon were left four walls, our heads and our eyes
craving until he falls. Should we fool the enemy, one must stand
in the center. Show his life will be offered, his name will be
song forever. Brave men stood and children run and old- even the
women fought. All they died, fewer had even chance to cry, before
they all got crisped alive. The Prince of the skies...and the
rest. That's all I remember".

Finally they leaped on straight floor. Due to speaking Adynn and
Nancuria had stayed back. The others were already cooking
something over the logs. "Mikael wrote it?" continued on the
subject Adynn as they strolled towards the fire with pase.

"He did. And also I was the very first who he ever read it to.
Sadly to him, doing the transforming from poem to bard song just
never worked good so he simply let it go. Such a same to my
opinion because he has a skill for it, just not the passion. He
will always be distracted by women".

"And is this story real?"

"A small part of it as usually. During Hyidd's fight with the
dragons, Alduin resurrected dragons out of the very soil. Now if
this village ever existed and was just wiped off by a dragon
attack then we'll never know. Mikael himself claims that it was a
new village that did exist but I wouldn't take oath on his
honesty if I were you. As I said, he's going to say anything to
have a woman share his bed by the end of the day".

Way too many information about the bard. Maybe Nancuria had her
adventures with him as well. "The hole though remains a mystery.
Maybe we'll talk about the other versions of it's tale when we
talk again" she said vanishing suddenly into a tent.

Adynn looked around to find what to do. In the end she end up on
a rock.

She couldn't resist the temptation to shut her eyes and bring
Mikael's song into her imagination. If it was true then Adynn was
right now sitting inside the tomb of a once dead dragon. Very-
very strong feelings of proud overcome the elf. As it was on her
nature she flamed to the senses of power raging in her blood. She
heard her voice call her out the DRAGONBORN and magical sparks
jumped down the rocks.

Shocked she pulled her hands on her chest and looked around.
Nobody saw that. Damn destruction magic! Times like this it was
too hard to have control over it.

Much unlike her Argonian enemy Adynn had never been any closer to
dragon than holding a drawing of one in her hand. That's maybe
why she was the only one who experienced such profound feelings
of this place.

The odd characteristic of it was the rocky sides when all the
rest was covered in grass. Why was nothing growing at the sides?
And one more wonder. What use did the healers get from this hole.
Just studying the sights? Marius called it something like peace
action.

But on top of all came another question which shadowed all
others. When Nancuria said Ulfric is waiting for you the day
before, that meant that today he was here. Reminding herself
quickly that they held him under captivity Adynn felt a little
safer again. The rumors didn't have him exactly for the
forgiving, welcoming, peaceful man. She started betting in which
of the tents would she meet this war thirsty Nord.

What was this place? she suddenly wonder again.

Late at night Nancuria told Adynn where to unfold her bedroll. It
was a leather tent kept in fairly excellent condition compared to
what surrounded it.

"Am I going to see Ulfric Stormcloak here?" she asked what she
had been dying to ask all afternoon while Nancuria had her back
turned to her.

Nancuria threw an inexplicable cold eye on the dark elf when she
asked that. But answered politely. Tomorrow, she mumbled and
left.

Adynn would be accused for such sudden changes in mood in fair
bases. One moment the sweet comforter and the next a Deadra lord
locked out of his oblivion realms. Up until now she didn't know
the confusement she caused until meeting Nancuria. She was fine
just this morning. Whatever happened to change her.

She fell on her bed exhausted from everything she heard and saw
today.